margaret

0. Prologue

A/N Please give me feedback on this ;u; (I know it could use some work or more editing but ehh I'm too impatient to edit this before I posted it so)

I republished this before chapter 1 because I can

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"Do you think it could be her?"

"Yes. Definitely. I do believe it is her."

"You're not certain! It couldn't be!"

"Afraid so, sir. What should be done?"

"The only thing that we can do. Send her away."

A young princess lay in bed on the other side of the door. She was only pretending to be asleep, but now she wished she wasn't pretending. They were going to send her away, to who knows where. Out of the palace. Out of the city, and probably the kingdom. She worried.

The princess was sick; it was a highly contagious but mysterious sickness. It would consume your body and turn your skin pitch black, but it could only be spread by the original catcher. That was her. She fascinated doctors from across the kingdom; she'd had the disease for four years, but her pale skin had not changed, except for her fingers, the black slowly crawling up them like vines. There was no cure for the sickness, and a large percentage of the victims died. She didn't like that part.

She wouldn't be able to sleep, now that she knew her fate. Tomorrow would probably be the last she'd see of the kingdom. She wasn't exactly sad, or angry. It was a somewhat negative feeling though.

After a number of hours, she managed to doze off, her head whirling with thoughts of all kinds.

 oOo 

The door creaked open. A few seconds later, the blinds suddenly opened, the morning sun blasting through and striping the princess's face. She blinked.

"Margaret, dear. The king is calling for you in the throne room," a middle-aged woman said.

Princess Margaret groaned, and rolled over. Then she remembered. She shot up and out of bed.

"I'm afraid there's no time for breakfast. You'll just have to wait for a bit," the maid walked across the room and started to remake the bed that the princess had just leapt out of.

Margaret sighed. "That's all right, auntie. Would you suppose I should get dressed?"

"Your father would probably appreciate it."

"Alright. The blue one or the green one?"

The maid looked over at the dresses. "I think the green looks nice," she replied.

"Blue it is, then." they both laughed.

Margaret changed into the blue dress, and walked down the hall and stairs, to the left, into the throne room. The king and queen were seated next to each other, talking with the royal doctor and some other men the princess had never seen before. The king saw her, and motioned towards her. The group all turned to look at her.

"Princess Margaret, my daughter," the king started, "We have come to a decision regarding your illness."

Margaret swallowed.

"...It was a difficult decision to make, but... we feel it will be best for everyone." he paused. "You must leave the kingdom."

So she was right. She nodded silently. There was a pause, and then she asked: "Where am I to go? The kingdom is the only land I know of."

"Sir Hestrov here will help you to figure that out." the king motioned to a man standing a bit over to the side, wearing formal attire, but definitely looking like he hated wearing it. The man nodded towards Margaret. She returned the gesture.

"I will let you both decide what happens next. You are dismissed," the king announced.

Sir Hestrov stepped forward, and walked past Margaret to the door leading outside the throne room. He opened it for her, and she courteously stepped through. As the door closed behind her, she heard the king say, "Be safe, my daughter."

End prologue